Last evening, after Nate and I finished the latest episode of whatever it is we’re watching now, we headed to bed. He is reading a spy thriller before bed (don’t judge, the man reads more meaty theology and poetry than most people I know—and can somehow regurgitate it to me in almost its entirety) and I am reading from a stack of seven or eight books on…
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